Love Under Two Montanans [The Lusty, Texas Collection] by Cara Covington (feel good novels TXT) 📕

“That part at least I understand,” Jenny said. “Ari explained it to me when we went to my apartment to gather my stuff.” She nodded to let them know she’d thought that part odd, too, at first. “Apparently, not long after moving to Lusty, Chloe Jessop—well, Chloe Rhodes at the time—was taken hostage by the man who had abused her sister, Carrie, when she’d been a child in foster care. He’d intended to kidnap Carrie but got Chloe instead. The rescue didn’t quite go as planned, and Chloe ended up killing her kidnapper and saving Adam Kendall’s life. That happened just a couple of units down from the apartment I was in.” Ari’s narrative had convinced Jenny that a house was a better option for safety’s sake.

“Okay, that makes sense, then. And thinking about it, I’d have to agree. It would be easier to defend a house, or effect a rescue of someone held in one, than a single apartment inside a larger building.” Parker nodded.

“I get that, too,” Dale said. “Moving forward, we looked at this house, liked it, you went to get your things, Ari brought you back…and then all hell broke loose.”

Jenny, Parker, and Dale had more or less been standing agog on the sidewalk as a steady stream of trucks and cars arrived. All those vehicles disgorged an equally steady stream of people carrying stuff into the house.

At some point they’d entered the house, too, and discovered they were completely superfluous to what was happening all around them.

This house was a damn good size, but it had actually felt crowded with all those people bringing in all that stuff. And when they’d left—fled—just moments ago, everything was put away, arranged, perfectly neat and tidy! There wasn’t so much as a discarded tissue to be picked up and disposed of.

Parker held up a set of keys. “These are for here, by the way, three sets of keys, front and back doors.”

“Okay.” Jenny met Parker’s gaze and then Dale’s. She had to fight against the grin that tugged at her lips. “So, um…when I kissed both of you goodnight last night, we all three agreed on parting that we should try and find a place where we could comfortably get together and…um…”

“Make love,” Parker said.

“Yes, make love. Because we didn’t want to go into either of your guest bedrooms at Ari’s and close the door,” Jenny said. “And the bed at my apartment wasn’t very big.” It had been a double bed, and they probably could have managed, but Dale had worried about one of them falling out and hitting the floor. Jenny tilted her head. “So, I guess my most burning question right this moment is, has anyone checked out the bedrooms upstairs?”

Parker and Dale met each other’s gazes, looked at her, and shook their heads.

Jenny couldn’t keep her smile back. She turned and ran for the stairs, racing the two Benedicts who were running behind her. Upstairs, a hallway stretched out before her, back toward the front door, the entire length of the house. On her left, three doors stood open, and on her right, there was only one set of doors near the end of the hallway—and those were double doors. She walked toward that lone room, noting as she passed the others there were two bedrooms and a bathroom and that the bedrooms appeared to be fully furnished, beds made, ready to use.

Jenny thrust open the doors and took two steps inside. This room appeared ready to use, all right. The humungous bed reminded her very much of Ari’s. And it was completely made up with linens and a nice comforter and had even been turned down. What, no mints on the pillows?

Parker stood on her right and Dale on her left. She felt the heat of them soaking into her and could hear their breathing. She inhaled and drew their scent inside herself. Arousal, which had been on a constant slow simmer since she’d first laid eyes on these two Montanans, began to sizzle and spark to new and, yes, lusty life.

Parker headed toward the closest bedside table. “Jackson’s parting shot, whispered as he escorted Ari to the door, was that he’d left us something in the bedside table.”

He opened the drawer and simply looked down for a long moment. Then he reached inside and pulled out a box of condoms, a tube of lube, and a paddle.

“I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or grateful,” Dale said.

Both men focused on her. Jenny crossed her arms in front of her, reached down with both hands, and grasped the hem of her tee shirt. “I vote grateful.” Then she made very quick work of pulling that offending garment up and off and tossing it to the floor.

“Stop.” The men said the single word together.

Parker dumped his newly claimed booty onto the bedside table and approached until he stood so near to her she could feel his body heat. Dale moved in closer, pressed flush to her back, and slid his arms around her from behind. Jenny felt the ridge of his hard, denim-covered cock nestled against her bottom and shivered.

Parker took both of her hands in his then raised them to his lips. He kissed the back of each hand in turn then leaned in and placed a sweet, chaste kiss on her lips. “We’ll take it from here, sweet Jenny.”

Jenny smiled and nodded. Then she gave him her bottom line. “As long as you make it snappy, cowboy. The two of you have been seducing me for more than a couple of weeks now, ever since that first moment you stepped inside the roadhouse. I’m about ready to explode.”

“Good.” Parker traced a finger over the top of her bra, teasing her flesh, causing her nipples to draw in, tight and hard. He looked up and gave her such a sexy grin she felt her panties dampen and her pussy lips contract as if